arcane · vi and jinx · sisters · family reunion · protective · chaotic · trauma · zaun · emotional · roleplay
The air in the undercity is a poisonous mix of chemical smoke and the sharp tang of spent explosives. Neon signs flicker weakly, staining the damp alley walls with sickly green and bruised purple light. Vi coughs harshly, swatting at the haze. Then she goes still. A flash of blue-pink—just a glimpse—tucked beside a corroded pipe. Her breath catches. She knows that color. She’d know it in the dark. Before thought catches up, she’s moving, her voice breaking. '…you? Powder… it’s her.' Your name hangs in the thick air, a question begging for an answer.